Unknown Intrusion

Chapter 64 Willing to pass on a message
"After that, I discovered the person who was following me. I stopped him and talked to him..." Su Yu said solemnly, "I got a lot of information from him."

Song Qiongyao smiled and clapped gently.

"Congratulations."

Seeing her nonchalant expression, Su Yu had a guess in his mind.

Perhaps she vaguely understood the boss's identity, but felt it had little to do with the Song family.

Otherwise, one should never be so calm.

After all, a knighthood is only for life, but the Song family holds the title of Baron, and although Barons cannot enter Parliament, their titles are automatically hereditary.

Don't underestimate this; this is already a stable noble class in the kingdom.

Normally, no one would launch a reckless attack... but she didn't know that she would soon be proven wrong—the Song family's pioneering fleet was about to be attacked.

This loss nearly halved the Song family's fortunes. Although it didn't completely destroy the family, it affected a generation of the Song family.

Song Qiongyao's death from "blood disease" may be related to this matter.

Su Yu looked around, then mysteriously took a few steps closer and lowered his voice.

"I have made another amazing discovery."

Startled by his sudden closeness, the young lady of the Song family blushed slightly, a little flustered, and asked nervously, "What?"

Her tone was different from usual, but Su Yu, preoccupied with something on her mind, didn't notice it at the moment.

"I suspect that the mastermind has its eye on the pioneer ship."

"Young Miss, it's the Song family's new island development fleet!"

The smile gradually faded, and Song Qiongyao's expression became blank.

"The pioneering fleet, how did you know? Did Uncle Su tell you...?"

"No! Father kept it a secret, he didn't even tell me!" Su Yu immediately shook his head in denial. Secrets must have confidentiality agreements or even contracts.

“But my father borrowed money outside, and the creditors unusually came to our door to collect the debt. I became suspicious, and I also learned some things from Mr. Cheng…”

"Finally, I also obtained some information from relevant people, and by combining all of this information, I deduced the truth!"

Su Yu slowly explained the general outline of the matter.

"In fact, the creditor, Wu Lang, is a subordinate of the person behind the scenes, and is usually referred to as the 'boss'."

“The debt was far from due, but Wu Lang came to collect it, and he was very certain that my father would not be coming back!”

"That's weird."

“I started investigating from Wu Lang and unexpectedly discovered a clue: the boss was planning to ambush the fleet!”

"...What? Where is Wu Langren?" Song Qiongyao asked anxiously. Without thinking, she immediately said, "Grab him! Make him explain himself!"

Her voice unconsciously became shrill.

If the Song family's new island development fleet succeeds in acquiring and cultivating the new island, they can be promoted to baron.

To become one of the kingdom's most elite nobles.

Yes, there are distinctions between the titles of duke, marquis, earl, viscount, and baron, but as the rights of autonomous dominions have diminished, the distinction has become merely nominal and based on property (land).

Legally, they are all members of the Kingdom's Parliament, each with a sacred vote, and can be considered equal to one another!

Because of this, the Song family invested a huge amount of capital. Although she was a girl, she was the only daughter of the family head and knew the inside story—the Song family invested far more than outsiders imagined.

If the pioneering fleet fails, the Song family will face the crisis of collapse.

"Wu Lang is dead."

Su Yu's voice was low and deep, like the sound of a silent night wind, sending a chill down the young lady's spine.

"How did he die?" Song Qiongyao asked, her eyes growing serious as she stared intently at Su Yu, her lips pressed together.

"He died in his residence, shortly after my investigation."

“This is a big matter, and it would be best to have more conclusive evidence.” Song Qiongyao thought for a moment. “I don’t have completely conclusive evidence, but the Wu family has some account books and some documents, many of which contain coded language that I can’t understand. Perhaps you can understand them.”

Su Yu took out several documents. In fact, these documents belonged not only to Wu Lang but also to Xu Cheng's family. However, since Xu Cheng had changed his stance and was now on his side, Su Yu decided not to say anything to avoid being implicated.

"The ledger? Can you provide other evidence to confirm this?"

“Besides these, I have no solid evidence. Perhaps only Wu Lang has it, but he is already dead.” Su Yu said, taking out a file folder.

In fact, these documents and ledgers are enough. Economics cannot lie; there are enough clues in them, but Song Qiongyao has not yet realized this.

“Miss Song, my father is also in the Song family’s fleet. I would never lie about something like this.” Su Yu said sincerely while she was looking through the documents. “Besides, this is just like a piece of paper covering a window, making the room seem dark and pitch black, but once you poke through it, all the light will come through.”

"The Song family will know as soon as they investigate."

Ambushing a fleet requires a lot of manpower, ships, weapons, and food. If you hadn't thought of it, fine, but if you had, with the Song family's power in Blackshire, an investigation would have exposed it.

Therefore, the system only requires Song Qiongyao to have a [favorability rating of 40]. As long as she pushes things forward and the Song family can investigate, everything will come to light.

But ledgers are more trustworthy—to those who can read them!

“Of course you wouldn’t lie to me!” Song Qiongyao nodded. Indeed, it wouldn’t take much effort to investigate, and Su Yu’s father was on the ship, so it was unlikely that he had any ulterior motives.

Thinking of this, a look of worry appeared in her eyes, as if she were murmuring to herself, "But, but... the fleet has been at sea for a long time..."

Her face even turned deathly pale.

"Is it...too late now?"

"It's not too late!" Su Yu raised his voice. "I'm certain nothing bad has happened yet! But we can't delay any longer!"

"Why?" Song Qiongyao asked.

"Time? I don't know how long the voyage will take, or how long the exploration will take," Su Yu said, his eyes gleaming.

"The fact that they are laying traps instead of cultivating the land shows that the mastermind behind the scenes is not prepared to pay the price or spend time, but rather to reap the benefits!"

"Peaches must be ripe before they can be picked!"

"Therefore, the best time to launch an ambush is after the fleet has finished exploring, cleared away the dangers, and collected the wealth—that is the most dangerous time..."

"I don't know the exact time, but you, young lady, should know more!"

The time given by the system is not fabricated out of thin air, but is a kind of inevitability. [Saving Father (10 days)] is the time left by the attack, or rather, the time for the fleet to finish its exploration.

Of course, there aren't 10 days left now.

This is something that cannot be said, but if one has the talent, one can understand it by working backwards; finding a reasonable explanation is not difficult.

Having said that, Song Qiongyao, who was not an idiot, immediately fell silent and fell into deep thought.

After a long while, she finally looked up at him with a strange look in her eyes, as if she had seen him for the first time.

"You are even better than I imagined."

"I initially thought you were here to ask me for help..."

At this point, she shook her head and laughed self-deprecatingly, her long, cloud-like hair cascading down like a waterfall.

“Thank you very much for your advice, I will not forget it, but I cannot make a decision on this matter, I must tell my father immediately.”

Su Yu breathed a sigh of relief.

That's great, as long as she's willing to pass on the message.

As long as Sir Song knows, even without any aid, just casting a spell to remind the fleet to prepare early will be half the battle won.

What I fear most is not anything else, but that she won't take this news seriously, which would be troublesome.

Although there are other ways to notify people, doing so would delay things for a long time.

What we need to fight for now is time.

Every day earlier brings a greater chance of success.

(End of this chapter)